Chapter 1818 The journey of family love between father and son
The second child ran to the door of the yard, but suddenly the dog stopped. Instead of getting out of the ajar door, it turned to look at its old master.
My father didn't doubt that he was there and opened the courtyard door, but he was stunned the next moment.
Because there was a group of people gathered on the steps outside the yard, and everyone had honest smiles on their faces. At the same time, the son was standing at the door with a mail parcel on his back, and everyone was stunned when he saw this scene.
When the camera turned, on the hillside, a middle-aged man took the letter and ran towards it, followed by a group of students of different heights.
The son and his father stood at the entrance of the village committee yard, and the villagers standing on the slopes and flat ground looked at them.
The father suddenly said to his son: "I came to see you!"
The son was a little surprised: "Why are you looking at me?"
"I've never seen you before," my father said with a smile.
"Then what should I do?" The son looked a little embarrassed. Apparently, this scene also confused him.
My father said teasingly: "Aren't you waiting for others to welcome you?"
The son hesitated a little and said: "I didn't... I really didn't expect... I wasn't mentally prepared for this at all."
He was a little embarrassed, his face turned red, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
The father noticed his son's embarrassment, looked at the villagers and said, "This is my son. From now on, if he runs this postal route, if you have anything to do, just look for him. Look for him just like you look for me!"
The son nodded vigorously.
The villagers still looked at their son and smiled. At this time, the students squeezed into the crowd, and they also smiled and looked at others, but the smiles on their faces looked more touching.
The father took the letter from the middle-aged man, carefully put it into the mail bag on his son's back, and then said: "Get busy, we should go."
At this time, the middle-aged man also said: "Okay, okay, I'll see more later."
Then he turned to the students and said: "Go back to class quickly, you have to pee all the way to the village committee."
The children ran back one after another. Everyone made a way for the father and son to pass, and smiled as they watched the father and son go on their way.
The second child was already waiting in front, and the son kept looking back at the villagers and waving goodbye to them.
My father never dared to look back. Why didn't he dare to look back?
The audience can see clearly, because this may be the last time for my father.
This is an inheritance and a handover. The father has relieved himself of his responsibilities, and his son has taken on this responsibility.
They have walked a long way, and the villagers are still watching. They may not be able to give the father and son too much material gratitude, but they are also using their simple actions to express their gratitude to the father and son.
Walking on the mountain road, the second child was still at the front. The son was obviously in a different mood than when he first arrived. He picked up a branch from somewhere and inserted it into the mail parcel. He picked up the small semiconductor radio and put it on the parcel.
My father was wandering in front of me, and a lively advertisement was playing on the radio at this moment.
Under their feet, there was no longer a winding and rugged mountain road, but a winding road, with cars passing by from time to time.
The son looked at the car and suddenly said: "Actually, on this stretch of road, you can hitchhike."
But my father insisted, or rather stubbornly said: "The postal route is the postal route, and you can follow whatever way you want."
The son didn't understand: "But there is no need for us to walk like this in a place with no other people."
The father said: "You are walking so steadily and accurately. Do you think all the cars on the road are prepared for you?"
The son still disagreed with his father: "How do you know it doesn't work if you haven't tried it?"
The father insisted: "I will not stand on the roadside to make people smile."
The son added: "You can also take the shuttle bus. It's okay to pay for the ticket, right?"
My father disagreed: "It's just a few stops and a few trains, but I'm still not on time."
The son continued: "Let's find out the rules."
But for some reason, my father suddenly said angrily: "The postal route is the postal route. If you think about opportunism all day long, why should you run the postal route?"
The son was also a little annoyed: "Am I being opportunistic? In the future, if the helicopter lands on the top of the mountain, we will keep walking like this. Who will need you to deliver the message?"
The father stopped talking, and the son stopped talking. The advertisement in the transistor radio sounded again. The father pulled off the branch and turned off the transistor radio.
The son was also angry, so he increased his pace and walked forward. Within a few steps, his father and the second child fell far behind him.
They just walked in tandem, getting farther and farther apart, as if they were hinting at something.
Some of the ideological collisions between the two generations can actually be seen through this brief conversation between the two.
The father insists that the postal route is the postal route and should be so reliable, but the son thinks that it can be more convenient, so why not?
Just like this, the son was walking alone in front. He looked back and saw that the shadow of his second son and father could no longer be seen. He continued to walk forward, but when he turned a corner, he couldn't help but turn his head and look.
I went to look for my second son and my father, but still didn't see them.
He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. He slowed down and finally stopped. He leaned the parcel against the rocks and waited for them on the spot.
But after waiting for a while, he still didn't see them coming. He became a little nervous and started to walk back, looking around as he walked.
When he turned two corners and was already in a hurry, he finally saw Gouzi standing alone in the middle of the road.
"Second brother, where is the person?" The son was a little surprised.
How can a dog talk? Of course, it just looked at him.
"Where has he gone? What's wrong with you?" Seeing that the second child remained silent, the son became even more anxious.
But the second child still looked at him and said nothing.
The son looked around anxiously, trying to find the figure. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
At this moment, his father suddenly walked out of the woods on the side of the road, fastening his belt as he walked. When he saw his father's figure, his son couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but his father said to his son as if nothing had happened.
: "Second brother, let's go!"
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The son had no choice but to follow them.
The midday sun was particularly dazzling. The sunlight filtered through the treetops, dividing the surrounding areas into bright and dark areas.
Two people and a dog came to a fork in the road. The dog went to take the main road as a habit, but his father called out: "Second brother, go this way!"
My son, who was looking at the pictures while walking, was a little confused because they should be taking the main road.
"Why don't you take the main road when entering the village?" the son asked.
"I have a letter to deliver!" said the father.
"Which letter?" asked the son.
"On me!" said the father. As he spoke, he walked forward, with his son and dog following behind him.
The audience who came to watch the movie were either film critics or media people, so they naturally watched the movie more deeply.
From the time he left home, the dog had always led the way. Later, because of a small argument between the father and son, the son ran to the front. Now it is his father who leads the way.
In fact, they all have meanings, and movies and TV series are different.
Every shot, and even the order in which each person walks, is given a special meaning.
Ahead, the dog leads the way, literally the way!
Later, the son walked ahead angrily because he wanted to go his own way, but he went back, not because he was not familiar with the road, but because he cared about his father.
But now my father is leading the way, leading not only the road, but also other things.
On the big screen, the camera switched, and it was a solitary small house, which looked a little lonely and desolate. There was an old man sitting in the sunshine of the house, her face was full of vicissitudes of life, and a pair of thick working hands were placed on her knees.
Above, her eyes were staring at a place that didn't exist.
Suddenly she seemed to hear something.
She said: "Is the second child here?"
Her hands were touching something beside her, but her second child stood still far away.
The father walked up and said: "Fifth wife, are you okay?"
The old man nodded: "Okay, okay, sit down quickly, the porridge is in the jar, second child, here it is."
The old man threw something delicious that he touched towards the second child, but it ended up at his son's feet. The son was very surprised when he found that the old man couldn't see him. He kicked the food to the second child and walked two steps forward.
step.
The father took out a letter from his coat pocket and handed it to the old man.
"Fifth Po, your letter."
The old man took the letter and carefully touched the envelope with his big hands. However, his son found that there were stamps on the envelope, but no address. It was a dazzling blank.
He couldn't help but take a step forward, but his father blocked him with his hand.
Although the old man couldn't see it, he could hear it and asked, "Who is it? Is it the accountant?"
"Fifth Po, he is my son, he will deliver your letters to you from now on," the father said.
The old man seemed a little hesitant: "Is he going to send it off, okay?"
The father said: "Fifth wife, he is still young, we are all old."
But the old man said: "I am old, but you are not. Aren't you only 47 years old?"
But my father said: "You have a good memory. I was 47 years old when I came."
Through the conversation between the two, although many viewers were still confused, they also guessed something.
There is obviously a story in the envelope without an address, the invisible old man, and the age that only remembers the year his father came.
The old man carefully tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper. However, the page of letter paper was also blank, with no words on it. It was a piece of white paper.
The old man shook out the letter paper and smoothed it out. There was 10 yuan in it. A smile appeared on the old man's face. She carefully put the money away and handed the blank paper to her father.
"Read it!" she said.
The father glanced at his son.
Then he began to read the letter: "Hello, grandma, are you in good health? Are you not suffering from eye problems? Is your back pain getting better?"
Yes, he was facing blank faith.
"How many times have I asked?" the old man said.
The father did not answer, but continued to read: "Everything is fine here. My work is very busy, and I can't spare time to go back and forth to see you. If you have any difficulties in life, please tell the postman who delivers the letter."
Member, he will try his best to help you solve it."
The father read this and glanced at his son.
The old man said at this time: "He always asks me to come to you when I have something to do. Next time you write a letter and tell him that the rural postman has changed."
The father said: "Fifth wife, didn't I tell you? The rural postman replaced my son, and he does the same thing as me. You must tell him if you have anything."
As he spoke, he handed the blank letter paper to his son, and then said, "Let him read the letter to you."
The son took the blank letter and felt extremely complicated. Of course, he also understood it somewhat, although he didn't fully understand it yet.
He read to the blank letter: "It's not easy for you to live alone in the mountains. The living conditions in the city are much better. I really should take you out to see you and let you enjoy your old age..."
The father suddenly stabbed his son.
The son glanced at his father, hesitated and said, "I wish you good health and all the best."
"Is it over?" the old man asked.
"It's done!" the son said, handing the letter to the old man.
The old man re-folded the letter paper and put it back into the envelope and put it away carefully.
Only then did the father speak: "Fifth Wife, how can I help you?"
"No, the accountant just came." said the fifth wife.
"Then let's go. I will write a reply for you." Her father said to her.
"Let your son write it. Listening to him read the letter is like hearing my grandson speak." Fifth Po said.
The son was a little moved. He squatted down in front of the old man and gently patted the old man's hand.
"Fifth Po, I will come see you again!"
"I have a lot of letters, so you have to come here often." Fifth Po said.
"Second brother, let's go. Fifth wife, let's go." The father said.
The old man waved his hand and sat like a sculpture, listening to the footsteps gradually receding.
On the mountain road, the father, son and dog still walked in the same order as when they came.
The son asked a question that also puzzled the audience: "Why doesn't her grandson write to her?"
Many people think that he might have died or could not come back, as his father said earlier.
But soon everyone found out that they had guessed wrong.
I only heard my father say: "The fifth mother-in-law had a difficult childbirth. She fed the child with rice soup. As a result, he became the first child in hundreds of miles to be admitted to a key university. I still remember the day I sent him the notice.
He cried and knelt on the ground. He said, I am leaving. Is this a dream? When I leave, I will never come back. I send a greeting card every year and a remittance order during the Spring Festival.
People in the city are busy, but how could they know that after his father died, his grandma had no other thoughts except missing him. I had no choice but to come up with such a stupid idea. Remember, after ten and a half days
If you are 1 month old, go see her and read a few words to her."
At this moment, many people were in tears.
I felt that it was not worth it for my fifth wife, but I felt like crying for no reason.
The son said: "Of course I can do what you tell me, but what if I don't take this road? If it were anyone else, who would be like you?"
My father fell silent when he heard this. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Because at that moment, he didn't know what to do.
As time goes by, the colors of the mountains are also changing. The green mountains under the sunset are indescribably beautiful and moving.
We came to another village. This village is located on a rare gentle slope in the mountains. The black roofs and wooden attics have distinct ethnic minority characteristics.
A small stream winds through the village, forming an extremely moving picture.